The Mormon Girl

Family Problems

So you know when I said that on Sunday I went to church with Victoria and her family?  Well my parents didn't exactly know that they were Mormon...

*FLASHBACK TO SATURDAY*

"Hey mom, dad, can I talk to you?,"  I nervously asked when I walked into their bedroom.

"Yeah sure honey what is it?" my dad replied.

"Well, you see, uhh, Victoria was wondering if I wanted to go to church with her tomorrow, and I want to go.  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure why not," they said in unison. Woah. That was easy.  They didn't even ask what church.

*NOW*

I opened the front door and called for my parents. "Hi!  I'm home!" I yelled.

No answer

"Uhh, well her church was really fun! I was wondering if I could meet with the missionaries some time?"

I heard a scream. "WHAT THE!!!!!!!" my dad yelled from upstairs. "SHE'S MORMON?!?!?!?!?!"

"Yeah, didn't I tell you before?", I said frightened so much I was shaking.

"Young lady, pack your suitcase your leaving this household immediately," my father roared, "I will not have any Mormon related things in this house! Go pack."

I just stood there frozen.

"Well go on!!!" he yelled along with some curse words I'm not going to say.

I just nodded and ran up to my room, sobbing. I grabbed my suitcase flung clothes in, books, my phone, and my wallet.  I then grabbed my purse with hair stuff in it, and I ran downstairs and out the front door, with my father staring coldly at me, with my mother at his side, a stern look, but I could see in her eyes a flash of worry and sorrow...

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2 hours later I knocked on the door of Victoria's house, my face wet from weeping the whole walk to her house.  Mrs. Hunter opened the door, looked at my suitcase and my messed up face, and frowned. "Charlotte, what's wrong?" she asked as I flung myself into her open arms.

"Oh Mrs. Hunter,"  I choked out between sobs, "They kicked me out."